[Segue: Bizarre]

For the bitches!

[Intro: Eminem]

Huh, these bitches always be all (Ha-ha-ha!), giggling and shit (Come on! Bitch!)

But they get mad when their favourite song don't come on in the club (Bi-, ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!)

Catch an attitude and shit (C'mon, bitch! C'mon, bitch-bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! B-B)

So we got one for them, it goes like this

[Verse 1: Eminem]

We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes

A little something you probably won't hear on your radios

So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows

And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow

And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, bitch!

Juh-juh-juh-douh-duh-duh-douh-juh-jah, you just made me mess up, bitch!

Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering

Like you understand what I'm saying anyway, I'm just traveling in one ear

And I'm out the other, you're so fucking drunk all you hear

Is the beat, bl-bl-beat, I could be saying anything, just get your ass on the floor

Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before, baby, and shake that ass like a whore

[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]

Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch! Get up and dance, bitch!

Wiggle that ass, bitch! Yeah that's it, bitch!

Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch!

What you going to do about it, bitch?!

Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch! Get up and dance, bitch!

Wiggle that ass bitch! You little trash, bitch!

Yeah, that's it, yeah, I called you a trash, bitch!

Not trailer trash, switch!

Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch!

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay & Eminem]

Tell me that it ain't no hanging and fuck calling home

Until you look at me, before you answer the phone

When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free

As you wanna-be freak, but I'm taking the key with me

You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask

Disrespect my wishes (Bitch!) I'll beat your ass

Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag

And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag

I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit

And before she cut them on, Kuniva already (Switched!)

Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing

When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going

[Verse 3: Bizarre & Eminem]

Ho, ain't the only thing you call a girl:

Slut, Tramp? Oh, how you doing, Sheryl?

Ever since I was eight I been starting to hate

I said "Fuck the hoes," and started eating cheesecake

Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes

Damn, that sounds great, hold on, wait... Bizzy!

Okay, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that

Give me stitches, a fucking half-Indian chick, sucked my dick

This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit

Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators

And they ain't Now and Laters, bitch

[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]

Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch! Get up and dance, bitch!

Wiggle that ass, bitch! Yeah that's it, bitch!

Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch!

What you going to do about it, bitch?!

Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch! Get up and dance, bitch!

Wiggle that ass bitch! You little trash, bitch!

Yeah, that's it, yeah, I called you a trash, bitch!

Not trailer trash, switch!

Take the person you (Yo) with and exchange partner, bitch!

[Verse 4: Kon Artis, Kuniva & Deanna Johnson]

Hey baby, what's up with you? (Hey...) Ayo, your man here with you? (Nope)

Nah, you single, I can tell, you came with them hoes, didn't you? (Huh?)

No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor (Hahahaha)

Ayo, let's get this party cracking these bitches ain't got niggas (Bitches?)

Now you know he didn't mean that

Come on, you seen that

She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex

What did he say? Nothing! He said "You seem stressed"

Naw, you gots big breasts (Huh?)

And you wearing your nice dress

'Cause I was finna say… oh, you wasn't finna say shit!

Excuse me?! He said "Michael Jackson just got another face lift"

Oh… dumb hoe! (Nigga?)

No… Gumbo! He wanna cook it for you tonight, bitch, what up though

Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change

Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range (Shh, shit, shut up, nigga, no, shut up)

Man, fuck both y'all niggas, see, I was trying to be polite

Stank-ass trick, oh, somebody's jacking off tonight

[Verse 5: Proof & Eminem]

I call you a bitch so don't trip, I say the same to my mama

I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we bangin' Madonna (Ha!)

Watch you strip, you want a tip, bitch? Got change for a dollar?

Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom

Quit countin' them bottles and just swallow, breathe

Swallow, breathe, now swallow these seeds

I know you mocha lotti Mommies won't get down on your knees

You want some money, honey, damn, you must be outta your weave

Hit the telly, fuck her belly, you ain't gotta go eat

Plus you wanna be a model, you need a lot of more sleep

I'm a pimp, bitch, don't be shy, show me them big tits

Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick

For instance, bustin' nuts is only my interest

So princess, don't get your feeling hurt, 'cause men just

Party and bullshit 'til she gargle and swallow my dick

I'm takin' the train to Spain, don't bother callin' me, bitch

[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]

Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch! Get up and dance, bitch!

Wiggle that ass, bitch! Yeah that's it, bitch!

Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch!

What you going to do about it, bitch?!

Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch! Get up and dance, bitch!

Wiggle that ass bitch! You little trash, bitch!

Yeah, that's it, yeah, I called you a trash, bitch!

Not trailer trash, switch!

Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch!

[Outro: Kon Artis & Eminem]

Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Yeah, you heard me, bitch (Yeah!), did I stu-stu-stutter stupid?!

You ain't listenin' to the words of this song anyway

All you do is listen to the beats with your dumb-ass, bitch!

Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club, ha-ha, with your stupid manipular self

We was talking 'bout you, dodo (Dumb!)

You! You dumb bitch! You! Ha-a

The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it

Spend all your money you make all week on that dress

And I spill a drink on it, acting like I'm drunk when I'm not

I'm just tryna fuck! Ha-ha!

I'm just tryna fuck, bitch!

Ha-ha-ha!

Wooo! D-Twizzy! Yeah!

Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!